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As Jace woke from trance, he reached his hand down his pants to realize that his cock was gone. As he went to ask for it back, the only words he could say were, “Thank you Master for taking my cock away. Only your cock matters” as he fell to his knees prepared to worship his Master’s mighty cock.

[dougtfs]

https://amzn.to/2KKrepAOur friend Mitch spent a month as a caveman in that creepy wizard’s zoo. We got him turned back to human, but every now and then his mind slips and we’ll find him knuckle walking around the apartment and grunting. He still needs help to get dressed because he can’t remember how clothes work – some days we just let him hang around the house naked. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s nude.

This morning I woke up to find him sucking my dick, a stupid ape look on his face. I shook him until his mind came back and he was so embarrassed, apologizing profusely.

Now I’m starting to worry he might be contagious. After the dick sucking, as the day’s worn on, I keep finding myself wanting to tear off my clothes, to hunch over, to growl and fuck. I went to work feeling really groggy, ate three bananas for lunch, and when I got home from work I found Mitch in naked caveman mode again.

I couldn’t resist any longer. Dropping down, I crouched on my knuckles next to him and we started to wrestle. That turned into rough sweaty sex and neither of us noticed as our bodies grew hairy and our muscles bulged.

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MICHAEL YERGER Photographed by Jake Lyle for We Are All Smith

[permanent-swaps]

Cognitive Body Therapy

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.

Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.

At least that’s what he called himself.

“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.

“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”

He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”

I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.

“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”

“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.

I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.

“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”

I met his eyes through the screen.

“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”

Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… serious?”

“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”

I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

---

The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.

“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”

We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.

When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.

On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.

“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”

I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”

As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.

“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.

“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.

I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

---

Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.

Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.

At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.

Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.

Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.

And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.

Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

This body was insatiable.

I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.

The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.

By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.

Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.

I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.

---

By day six, I was losing the battle.

After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.

The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.

There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.

I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.

The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.

It felt incredible.

The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.

That night I opened Grindr again.

---

After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.

I needed pussy.

Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.

I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.

I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.

The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:

“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.

The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”

Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:

“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”

I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.

“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”

I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.

---

I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.

One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.

We barely spoke.

I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.

The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.

“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.

I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.

“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.

A dark thrill shot through me.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.

“Sohil… oh my god—”

Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.

I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.

I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.

The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.

The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.

“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”

Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.

“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”

He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.

“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”

I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”

My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.

But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.

I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”

I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.

We could switch it all back… if only…

I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.

If only… what was I trying to do again?

The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.

“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.

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[curiousboy15]

A test

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[jerkingnerds2jock]

Young Dumb and Want to Cum

Everyone needs a break during the summer, even an uptight lawyer doing his internship at city hall. He complained in a forum about how stressed out he was, that he just needed to get laid , that he was over thinking everything so I had one of my twinks send him a simple link. One simple click on it sealed his fate, it took his pressed and tailored suits, perfectly gelled hair and posh attitude and did a 180. His time spent more in a gym then a library or classroom as muscles exploded on his frame. His clothes went from stylish to efficient with little fabric to show off his body and full range of motion. Tightie whities became kokstraps filled to the brim with a giant cock and full set of balls, his jeans permanently sagging.

His face which always had its nose upturned and filled with an unearned sense of superiority now looked dopey and relaxed. His lips plump and always open, his jaw a perfect lantern jaw and his brow bone extended giving him this neanderthal look that just drives me crazy. A backwards hat materializing on his head, messy sweaty hair becoming a constant. The hat turns backwards, removing the last vestiges of his intelligence until it's perfectly backwards, eyes no longer bright with knowledge, instead now empty, vacant and hungry. His cock was hard as steel, if he came it would be permanent, he couldn’t cum… but he loved cum, dumb himbos love cumming. Young dumb and wanting to cum. So cum, cum and let go. Thats it let go and cum those brains out..

Good boy

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[rawfotos]

[gaytamorfosi]

Il letto maledetto - The cursed bed

🇮🇹 La gigantesca casa abbandonata in fondo al paese era un vero e proprio labirinto di stanze e corridoi; nessuno era mai riuscito a esplorarla tutta. Gli abitanti del posto avevano imparato a girarci al largo, e quei pochi che osavano avvicinarsi tornavano raccontando le cose più assurde — sempre che tornassero.

Gli amici di Michael lo avevano sfidato a passarci la notte e lui, per spavalderia, aveva accettato. Dopo aver gironzolato per una ventina di minuti, si imbatté in una stanza decisamente diversa dalle altre: non c'era un filo di polvere né un oggetto fuori posto, e le lenzuola del letto profumavano persino di bucato. Senza pensarci troppo, Michael decise che quello era il posto perfetto per dormire, si spogliò e si sdraiò.

Ma quel letto era maledetto e proiettò nella sua mente un'allucinazione vividissima: un ragazzo dalla pelle chiara gli succhiando l'uccello, ed era incredibilmente piacevole. Mentre si godeva il momento, rapito dal piacere dell'orgasmo imminente, il corpo di Michael iniziò a cambiare.

Quella stanza era infatti legata a una delle tante leggende della casa: chiunque si sdraiasse su quel letto avrebbe sognato di fare sesso con l'ultimo occupante, per poi trasformarsi fisicamente in lui. Quando Michael raggiunse il culmine e riaprì gli occhi, tornò alla realtà, ma realizzò subito che i suoi amici non gli avrebbero mai creduto. Ormai aveva l'aspetto di un perfetto sconosciuto.

🇬🇧 The gigantic abandoned house at the edge of the village was a literal labyrinth of rooms and corridors; no one had ever managed to explore it entirely. The locals had learned to steer clear of it, and those few who dared to approach returned telling the most absurd stories — assuming they returned at all.

Michael's friends had dared him to spend the night there and he, out of bravado, had accepted. After wandering around for about twenty minutes, he stumbled upon a room that was decidedly different from the others: there wasn't a speck of dust nor an object out of place, and the bedsheets even smelled of fresh laundry. Without thinking twice, Michael decided that was the perfect place to sleep, stripped down, and layed.

But that bed was cursed and projected a vivid hallucination into his mind: a fair-skinned boy was sucking his cock, and it was incredibly pleasurable. As he enjoyed the moment, captivated by the pleasure of the impending orgasm, Michael's body began to change.

That room was, in fact, tied to one of the house's many legends: anyone who lay on that bed would dream of having sex with its last occupant, only to physically transform into him. When Michael reached his climax and opened his eyes, he returned to reality, but immediately realized that his friends would never believe him. He now looked like a complete stranger.

[nonotnolan]

Were-Jock Tales: Confronting the Alpha

Dedicated to my rock, my valentine, my husband, my everything-- @mergeman.

The hulking brute remained utterly calm, despite everything we had done to him. "Come now, Dorian," he said. "I thought you wanted to talk." The were-jock glared at me from the other side of the metal cage, making unblinking eye contact as he spoke. I'm sure he hadn't expected to be overpowered during a full moon-- it had taken four guys to subdue him, and another two to get him safely bound like this. I had to call in a lot of favors with the football players that I tutor, and they probably thought I was into some seriously kinky shit now. But it was going to be worth it.

I smiled at him, leaning against the outer frame of his cage. "You wound me, Stephan. I do want to talk-- but I can't have you transforming me." He lunged forward, gnashing his teeth. He was probably trying to scare me, so I made sure to hold my ground and avoid flinching. He wasn't going anywhere, and we both knew it. The collar around his neck was chained to the center of his cage, and his ankles were cuffed and chained to the floor. The cuffs binding his wrists together were wholly unnecessary given that the cage was a six foot cube, but there was no point in being reckless when my intelligence was at stake. Without that... I was nothing.

"I've already seen what you did to Melvin. He came here on a full-ride academic scholarship, and now the man barely has enough mental fortitude to tie his shoes," I said, clenching my fist. "He was my best friend, until you changed him. You stole him from me, and replaced him with that... that meathead!"

Stephan smiled at me, as he lifted his arms to grab onto the roof of the cage. "I've helped so many weaker guys abandon their sad lives to embrace the brotherhood, I can't possibly remember all of them. Why do you care so much about him, anyway?" I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He wanted to me lose my cool, and I was not about to let him win.

"I'll just have to pull up his Instagram to remind you," I said, pulling out my phone. "I bet you're not used to your victims leaving evidence behind, are you?" I thrust my arm into the cage, showing him my phone as if he had any reason to care. It would give me closure, at least.

"Everything was completely normal. Selfies, photos of his research for one of our upcoming competitions... and then he meets you. He starts getting bigger, even if he doesn't notice the changes. And then we have a full moon." I select one of his most recent gym selfies and brandish at him as if it's a holy symbol. "Now his chest is twice as wide, and his muscles rival the football team's mass! Who paid you to do this to him? Who's trying to sabotage our debate team!?"

Stephan just laughed at me. "Sabotage? Do you hear yourself right now? No one gives a shit about your stupid debate team, Dorian. Did it ever occur to you that he reached out to me himself? You make it sound like I'm going around attacking men, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He's the one who came to me, they all do. Melvin realized that making his personality all about being smarter than everyone else was also the very thing making him feel alone and isolated. He wanted community, friendship, brotherhood... he just wanted to belong, for once in his pathetic life. And now that he's part of my pack... he does!"

"I know you don't believe me," he added, seeing the expression on my face. "But that's fine. In another minute or two, you'll find out for yourself just how much better life in the brotherhood will be."

My phone clattered to the floor as I clutched my stomach in a panic. "You... you're lying," I said, feeling my breathing starting to quicken. My stomach had been rolling, but that was just my nerves, the stress of talking to such a fierce enemy... wasn't it? Now that I had lost my focus, I could feel it-- the worst nausea I'd ever had... or a sudden loss of abdominal fat? "This... this isn't a transformation, I'm just panicking," I said, looking up at him. "You can't... you've been caged this whole time. You can't even spit on me, let alone bite me!"

Stephan laughed. "Well now, those would all be really good safeguards if I was some sort of furry werewolf, huh? But I'm a were-jock. We work through sweat and pheromones." I look up at him-- the sweat is glistening off of his tattooed chest, and his arms are fully raised to make sure that his dank pits are unimpeded. This had been his plan from the beginning. "You really thought I couldn't overpower four normal humans? No, I just wanted unrestricted access to the guy who kept snooping around in my business. So thanks, Dorian! You couldn't have made it easier for me."

I tried to run away, but my vision was swimming-- would I still need glasses when this was over? No-- I had to stop this-- if it was scent based, all I had to do was flush my nasal cavities... somehow... dammit! I set up this cage so far away from prying eyes that I was also too far away from anything that could help me! I clutched my face as a stabbing headache dropped me back down to my knees. Someone was screaming-- was it me?-- and my vision faded to black as--

"I wasn't planning to press charges," I said, leaning against the railing as some random police officer tried to intimidate me. In retrospect, I probably should have expected this. A giant cage out in the middle of the woods was not exactly subtle, and it probably wasn't too hard for them to trace it back to the guys that Dorian had bribed to set it up. If anything, it was a miracle the cage had gone unquestioned as long as it had, given that they'd abandoned it in the brush behind the football stadium.

The last thing I needed was police officers swarming around me and my pack, getting suspicious about our actions. With luck, this was just a routine investigation and not a precursor to something annoying. "They let me out after a half hour, and it's not like they actually hurt me," I said, with a shrug. "It's no big deal. I just figured it was a fraternity hazing prank or something. I did plenty of dumb shit at that age, I'm no rat."

The officer stared at me before relenting. "Well, if you change your mind, stop by the station at any time," he said, handing me his business card. I waited for him to leave before ripping it to shreds. I knew I would win whatever showdown we might have, if it came down to it, but I also knew that fighting with the police would be more trouble than it was worth. There was no shame or weakness in laying low if it meant keeping our secrets.

I pulled out my phone to send Dorian a text. "Check in. Police snooping around. Be wary. Let me know if they grief you." Usually the men I converted were a lot less socially connected, but Dorian hadn't left me with much of a choice. I had to convert him before he made things any worse for me.

"Yes, sir. They haven't yet, you'll be the first to know if they do." Then he sent me his check in photo, with both him and Melvin. I just rolled my eyes. Sometimes Love is blind, while other times Love needs to lose 50 IQ points before it can finally stop overthinking and confess its true feelings for another man. As if someone as selfish as Dorian would have risked his life to confront me over someone who was just a platonic friend.

At least the two of them were happy now. They were idiots, but they were my idiots.

[immortalmrwavell]

Different Choices

I present you with my first completely original story in over a year! I’m feeling a little rusty but I’m happy with how this one turned out overall. Hopefully a lot of you will agree. Enjoy!

Gerald sighed as he sat outside his usual coffee shop on a Friday evening. He stared down at his coffee, eyes heavy after yet another unfulfilling day. He always told himself he should be grateful. At 43 years old he’d secured himself a very well paying job as a financial advisor which he was pretty damn good at. And yet he never felt satisfied. Especially over the last few years. Gerald would finish with his clients for the day and suddenly find himself sinking into a pit of discontent. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was wasting his life somehow.

He pulled out his phone after taking a sip of coffee. In an effort to forget his own sorrow, he opened up the first social media app that caught his eye and started scrolling. It helped for a while. That is until he stumbled across the profile of a young hunk. He was handsome, had great hair, thick muscles, and loads of tattoos. Practically the polar opposite of Gerald who was unremarkable in every way. He could barely stand to look at his own flabby aging body nowadays. So whenever he saw these gorgeous younger men online, he found himself drowning in envy. Wishing he’d had what they do. Wishing he’d made different choices when he was their age.

He could’ve been a stud had he ever bothered to go to the gym. He could’ve been an athlete had he pursued sports like his father tried telling him to. Even if he didn’t become a star, he might’ve at least felt more proud to look back on his past. Now when he looked back all he could see was a younger version of himself wasting his youth.

Gerald glanced up from his phone for a moment to grab his cup again when another man caught his eye. He was seated not far away and seemed to be glancing in his direction though it was hard to tell behind the sunglasses.

The man looked to be a similar age to Gerald, maybe a little older, but he was far more attractive. Perfect salt and pepper hair that seemed to glow in the sunlight. An immaculate beard that was surprisingly dark compared to the hair above with the exception of his chin where it turned a snowy white. He was alluring in a way that made it hard for Gerald to look away. He must’ve stared at the man for a good minute or so before he was snapped out of it when the handsome figure stood up suddenly.

“Excuse me. May I have a word?” The mysterious man asked as he stepped towards Gerald. “My name is Mr Wavell and I just couldn’t help noticing you staring.”

Gerald was mortified. There was nobody else around the man who could've been speaking to. His face turned bright red as he scoulded himself internally for being a bit of a creep.

“Oh… I’m so sorry sir. I didn't mean t-to stare. I was just… zoning out a little. I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything.” Gerald stumbled through his words like an idiot while feeling embarrassed beyond all else.

Wavell smiled. “You’ve nothing to apologise for. I completely understand. I get looks all the time. Most people just can’t help themselves.” He moved closer to Gerald before taking a seat next to him at his table. “Besides. I can tell there’s something bothering you. Why don’t you tell me all about it.” Wavell placed a hand on Gerald’s thigh, his eyes shimmering behind his sunglasses.

Gerald’s mouth went dry in an instant. After that first comment he wanted to say this gorgeous man was a bit up himself and yet he couldn’t help proving him right by continuing to stare helplessly as Wavell took his seat. But the moment Wavell’s hand landed on his thigh, Gerald could stop himself from getting a boner harder than he’d had in years. It was embarrassing to say the least. To get this worked up over nothing but a man’s touch.

“I guess I’ve just been feeling a little regretful? Like I wish I’d done things differently when I was younger.” Gerald wasn’t even sure why he was admitting this to a total stranger but he couldn’t help himself. “I wish I could go back and do it again. Change my decisions, you know? I’m always looking at these young hunky men online and wondering if I could’ve been like them if I took a different path.” The words just kept spilling out.

Wavell squeezed Gerald’s thigh. “Is that so? Well why don’t you tell me more about it on the way back to your place?”

Gerald squinted for a moment. Why would he let this stranger he’s just met accompany him home? But the more Wavell’s hand rubbed his thigh, the more his cock pulsed and the more he just wanted to nod and agree.

“S-sure. Okay.”

———

The journey home was a blur. Gerald felt as though he was high with the way the world spun and how time seemed to bend. One moment he was sitting outside the coffee shop speaking to one of the most handsome looking gentlemen he’d ever met and the next he was stumbling through his front door with that very same man trailing behind him.

“Show me to your room won’t you?” Wavell asked though it sounded more like a direction than a question. One that Gerald didn’t think twice about as he nodded before leading the way. All the while not caring how his dick was pulsing aggressively in his trousers, creating an obscene tent that he should’ve been trying to hide. Yet a foreign voice in his head urged him to let Wavell see just how excited he was to invite the gentleman into his home. In any other case this line of thinking would’ve repulsed Gerald with how perverted it seemed but the more he tried to snap out of it, the deeper he fell into whatever fog had cast itself over his mind. By the time they reached the bedroom, Gerald didn’t know what to do with himself. Mr Wavell’s magic had settled so harshly over his brain that he struggled to think for himself without command.

“So.” Wavell began. “You wish your life was different?” He placed a hand on Gerald’s shoulder.

“Y-yes sir. I do.” Gerald replied honestly in the manner of a drone.

Wavell hummed as he scanned Gerald’s body. Middle aged. Out of shape. Mundane clothes to match the boring look of his house. “Well. You’re in luck because I just so happen to have the power to grant your heart's desire.”

“Please. Please fix me. I’ll do anything for you sir.” Gerald begged as he dropped to his knees. “I-I’ll worship you. I’ll be your personal servant. I’ll-” He was cut off before he could continue.

“There’s no need for all that.” Wavell stared down at the man as Gerald began hugging one his legs. “You’re one of those huh?…” He mumbled. Wavell knew that nobody could resist his magical aura. No matter how strong willed they were, they would submit to him. Even the strongest of men would crack in seconds if Wavell flooded their minds with his magic. But other men were so weak to his power that they found themselves melting into submissive puddles even under such mild exposure. Gerald was one of those men. Wavell barely had to thread his magic through the man’s head and already he was willing to become a devoted love slave.

Wavell told Gerald to get back up on his feet. Gerald complied in a heartbeat, jumping back up with glazed eyes. Wavell was silent for a moment before telling him to strip off. Without a second thought Gerald practically ripped off his baggy suit and tossed each article of clothing to the side until his flabby aging body was on full display.

“Alright, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me what exactly you wish was different about your life. I want to know all the choices you would change. Can you do that for me Gerald?” Wavell asked.

Gerald nodded. “Yes sir. Of course. Anything.” He immediately began to think back over his life in an attempt to zero in on all the decisions he made that lead him to where he was today. “Well… for start I wish I didn’t waste all my youth in accounting. I only did it for the money. I never really enjoyed any of the work.”

“Is that so? You want all that time back do you?” Wavell’s eyes glowed, shifting from their ordinary colour to a glimmering violet as a different kind of magic began to settle over Gerald’s body.

A low hum escaped Gerald’s lips as he started to regress from middle age. Slowly the wrinkles that’d etched themselves into his features started to vanish. His skin tightening and smoothing over with a youthful glow as all those lost years came rushing back. His eyes began to look brighter as his hair grew back full and thick. All the aches and pains that’d crept up on him in the last decade or so faded away in moments. Immediately Gerald felt so limber and energetic as he regressed from his forties all the way back to his mid twenties. His erection felt harder than ever now with his cock having been rejuvenated to its prime.

Gerald hardly seemed to notice the changes. He paid no mind to strange happenings of his own body. It didn’t seem to matter right now. All he could think about was Wavell and how to please him. And right now that was by answering more questions. So when Wavell asked Gerald what else he wished he could change about his early life decisions, he was quick to rack his brain until something popped out at him.

“I wish I’d started going to the gym with my dad back when I was a teen instead of burying my nose in books all the time.” With those words another pulse of purple magic caused a new change to begin.

The fat on Gerald’s frame began to melt away as his own personal history rewrote itself. Instead of all those extra hours studying, he spent that time getting into shape when he was younger. This shift caused his wobbly belly to fade from existence as a much leaner frame took its place. He would only remain lean for a moment or so however at that fat was swiftly replaced by burgeoning muscle. All that consistent weight training from years in the gym caused Gerald’s frame to bulk up considerably. Arms bulging, pecs ballooning, legs swelling. All the while new memories flooded his mind as he remembered every second he spent pumping iron and cooking healthier food to fuel his muscles. At the same time though his IQ dropped to a more average level due to all those lost study hours. Yet Gerald hardly seemed to notice.

Reality had already shifted significantly to accommodate the changes. Gerald’s entire family tree had gotten younger along with him for a start. He’d regressed back to the beginning of his career in accounting as well. Initially that was fine but with the loss of IQ in that specialty, memories of struggling to hold his current position piled in. Constantly being scolded by his bosses for being a weak link and making mistakes while the threat of being fired hung over his head. Those newfound memories were exactly what spurred his next words.

“I wish I hadn’t gone for a career in accounting. I wish I could’ve gone for something more fun and athletic.” And with that the transformation deepened… only this time it was less physical.

All that time Gerald had spent trying to work his way into accounting evaporated. In its place memories of trying out a bunch of different sports when he was younger littered his mind. He’d tried athletics, football, and rugby but the sport he excelled at the most was basketball. It only made sense considering he’d always been a tall dude. With that he started to remember all the friends he’d made on teams and at clubs over the years as he got more and more serious about it. He’d excelled to the point of going professional and had managed to make some decent money playing over the years. He was happier than ever. Sure the games were nerve racking but they sure as hell weren’t boring and he almost always had the time of his life!

As these changes happened, the reality warp began catching up to Gerald’s house itself. His personal belongings morphed and changed to fit his new life while the very layout of every room in his home shifted. Before long any trace that a middle aged financial advisor once lived there evaporated as it looked more and more like a messy bachelor pad by the second. Sports memorabilia decorating the walls, gym equipment scattered around, discarded clothes littering the floors.

As more memories began piling in about his new friends, he suddenly recalled how often they went out together to fool around and have a laugh. But one thing that stood out was how often his teammates would go and get tattoos done. Yet he never did. He always feared the idea of stamping his body with something permanent like that. The team always teased him about it while trying to push him to get at least one small tattoo but he never could. For as confident as he was now, tattoos still made him anxious.

“I wish I just nutted up and got inked like my bro’s on the team did.” He barely even noticed the shift in his vocabulary before another buzz of magic vibrated through his being.

Dark spots of ink began to swirl across Gerald’s skin at almost every point of his body. From his neck down his chest, stomach and arms, across his back and even along his legs! All kinds of patterns that twisted into words, animals, faces, numbers. You name it. His youthful body became an art canvas covered in all kinds of pieces. A tiger crawled along his right shoulder. A pair of axes mirror each other on his pecs. A snake slithered over his left trap and down his arm. A mermaid to the left of his stomach. A skull filled with tentacles on his right thigh. And between them all a multitude of symbols, phrases and faces belonging to various men and women until the only part of his body that was clean of ink was his face.

Gerald bit his tongue as the sizzling feeling began to subside. He still refused to look down, his gaze locked on to Wavell’s glowing eyes, but he knew something else had changed. But as his memories shifted, he struggled to comprehend what possibly could have happened. For a moment he remembered what he’d wished for but now it didn’t make sense. He’d wished he was inked but he’d been getting tattoos for as long as he could remember.

“Wait… why did I… wish for those things?” Gerald managed to say aloud. He remembered all the things he wished were different about his life but none of them made sense. Why would he wish to be younger when he was in his prime? Or to be in better shape? And he never wanted to go into accounting right? None of them made sense.

Wavell placed a gentle hand on Gerald’s cheek. “Don’t think too hard about it. In fact, don’t think about it at all.” He pressed a finger against Gerald’s temple and in an instant all the hunk’s doubts melted away as he fell into an even deeper trance.

The warlock took a moment to admire his work. He’d changed this unhappy middle aged man into a young bright eyed athlete. Wavell ran his hand along Gerald’s huge chest before hefting the tattooed muscle. He gave each bicep a squeeze before allowing his palm to glide over Gerald’s abs. Only after admiring those bulky legs did Wavell’s gaze shift back up towards the hunk’s face. His magic hadn’t touched a single feature besides and yet he looked more handsome than ever. It was incredible what looking after your body could do for your face. He went from looking painfully average to being a total knockout. And as a bonus Wavell even sprinkled in a little magic to stop that hairline from receding again any time soon.

“Not bad. Only four self-inflicted reality shifts for a change as dramatic as this.” He hummed. It was always fun to manipulate his subjects into driving their own transformations every once in a while. And in this case it couldn’t have worked out any better for old Gerald.

Wavell took a step back before snapping his fingers. Immediately Gerald’s eyes flashed with awareness as the haze that’d dogged up his brain began to lift.

“W-woah dude. What the hell is going on… am I naked?” he grumbled, holding his head as he stared down at his hard veiny cock before finally looking up again to see the suited warlock standing before him.

“It would appear that way.” Wavell responded and before Gerald even had a chance to question any further, he flicked his wrist with a flash of purple magic.

“Ohhhh F-FUUUUUUCK!!” Gerald moaned as the magic swirled around his cock. It gathered up any residual memories floating around inside Gerald’s mind about his previous life in an attempt to purge anything that would contradict this new reality. All of those memories and experiences were sucked down on his balls where they were churned away into nothing but a huge virile load waiting to shoot. Moments later Gerald threw his head back as ropes of cum launched from his cock and splattered across Wavell’s suit jacket.

The warlock wiped some of it up with his finger before plugging it into his mouth. “Mmmmmm that’s the stuff. Nothing quite like a post-transformation orgasm.” He chuckled before returning his attention to the confused panting hunk. “Now. Go to bed. Forget all about me. Forget all about this experience. Wake up tomorrow as a new man with a new life.” Those very words seemed to carry magic of their own as Gerald’s eyes began to lull. He became too sleepy to argue or question why. He was hardly able to slip on a pair of underwear and shorts before collapsing into bed where he fell from consciousness.

With that Wavell took one final look at his most recent subject before nodding with satisfaction. Moments later he turned on his heel before allowing a purple cloud of smoke to engulf his body and teleport him away. Leaving Gerald alone to a new life where he’d made better choices for himself.

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[jerkingnerds2jock]

What Costume?!

On the night of Hallows Eve, it is a witches duty to cut the strings of reality free and bind those she anoints to the powers that be. When Samantha Disdra was making her plans she had a lot in mind but thought what better way to consort the ancient powers then to do it with friends in revelry. It was the perfect night to gather them all together, all that excess joy and anxious energy would fuel the ritual and would create a space that let reality meet fiction. Where fairy tales, comic books and horror movies would grasp the mortal mind and let their vessels feel nothing but euphoria. For one night and one night only (unless some idiots stepped outside the spells range) her and her friends would let the masks take over and id run free.

She made sure that the ritual wasn’t permanent and set aside all of her tasks in the mundane world to prepare for this. Inviting all of her friends from college, her boring but nice co-workers and her boyfriend the stage was set, she just had to make sure Thomas bought everything on the list and wore their matching costumes, a cheerleader and a quarterback. A perfect easy way to ensure they would enjoy their night together and let loose, as long as they both wore the costumes.

A night of merriment, fun and raunchy sex couldn’t hurt anyone and it would all feel like a fever dream and less like a magical orgy.

Skylar______Pov

Listen when I say this, it's not that I just don’t care about Halloween, I mean I used to love it when I was a kid sure but now I'm like twenty six and am trying to get my shit together. Some of my friends would joke around and call me the dad of the group because of how I save, or handle things in a serious manner, or even with how I dressed in khakis, cargo shorts or new balance shoes. Basically saying shit like I was frugal or that I needed to lighten up but who could they actually rely on to drive them home after parties? Me and I wouldn’t even be petty and tell them off, just get them to the door and be on my way.

So I didn't really go for a costume when I was invited to my friend Samantha’s party. I knew she was really into the season and her vibe screamed Halloween but I was way more into just hanging out. So hopefully no one would put up a fuss or I could at least hang out with her pretty average boyfriend Thomas who was like a younger me, twenty going on twenty one who loved to party but also just wasn’t into any theme. We had known each other for over a year since they started dating and in that time I had really found a bro. 

So he was my saving grace in this, I would maybe drink a little. See about hooking up with someone and if all else fails uber home and watch some horror film. It was going to be a good night no matter how it went and I was just going to go with the flow and get some time to let loose with my friends. Hey if there were no problems at all maybe next year I might “TRY” to find a costume for this, yeah when pigs fly.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my polo was crisp, a light blue that I loved and was loose enough for me to be comfortable. My cargo shorts while old were perfect for keeping my phone, keys, wallet and a few other things through the night necessities on me  (like aspirin). My long white socks and new balances finished the fit off perfectly, sure I’d get called a dad again but it was better to just go with it instead of fighting it. Hell, I'll bring a pair of sunglasses with me so that if I need to I can pop my collar and put those on and just say I’m “Cool Dad” or something.

Thomas____ Pov

God Samantha was going to be such a bitch tonight. She had given me basically an entire laundry list of things to do, to help her prepare for her party but my god some of this shit was so random. I mean it was bad enough that she bought me some dumbass football costume but then I had to go to a butcher shop in 2025 for some specific goat meat and then some weird spice and incense place. Mind you that is after shopping around eight different grocery stores, what was I to this woman some fucking butler. It drove me up a fucking wall being treated like a servant and less like a partner, just because I was younger and still in college didn’t mean I was just some stupid frat boy.

Hell I didn’t even work out that much to be a frat boy or a dumb jock and I definitely wasn’t wearing some awful jock costume at the behest of my girlfriend. Lets not sell myself short, I may not workout much, and I focus more on school but I was still attractive. Slim build with some tone, I had a decent chest and a stomach people worked their asses off to achieve (thank god for 20 year old metabolism). My girl also always complimented my ass, sure it gave me the wrong type of attention normally when I DID decide to dress in tighter clothes it would always show.  Hell Sam called it a bubble butt, she also was kind of a big fan of my dick, heh god we had so much fun.

 I walked through the door, my head held high and biting my tongue. There was a lot I was willing to do but I was not going to get in a fight with her on her favorite holiday. Moving through fake cobwebs, hanging ghosts and walking past coffins and fake skeletons I found my way into the kitchen. Sam was in the dining room, her back turned to me as she looked over a comically sized cauldron basically meditating.

“Hey babe, i got the things you asked for?” I was a little worried, curious too but mostly worried, what was she into? She was wearing that cheerleader fit, my god she was hot. Kind of made the crazy worth it the way that the spandex hugged and accentuated her curves. Her hair a beautiful blonde tied up in a high pony, and going back to those curves- that skirt was so small and perfect I couldn’t wait to lift it up tonight an-

“Oh, perfect just in time you have like 30 minutes to get ready, you can leave that there and I’ll finish up!” She says not even looking behind her to see me, just chipper and happy with getting what she wants. I drop the stuff, and walk out. Sure, I’ll be ready but I was not going to dress up, especially without even a proper hello or greeting for getting her what she wants. 

“Okay see ya then babe!” I walk up the stairs changing into my business casual clothes, a polo and shorts. Sure Sam would be pissed but I would make it up to her later and that's something I could promise.

_________________________________ Skylar

The entire block was busy, covered in cars and halloween decorations, if there was one thing Samantha was good at, it was throwing a party. I remembered meeting her the first time at the office like five years ago and she was the life of the party at every function she put together. It was like magic and damn was she a fucking smoke show. Like don’t get me wrong Bro code is everything but sometimes I wonder about what it would have been like if I could have just gotten a piece of that. Sure her boyfriend treated her well but I know I’d just ruin her.

I’m glad she invited me, I know we didn’t always get along at the beginning, her first party I had gotten a bit more than just my normal drunk and made a pass at not just her but all the women at the office. To be fair, I was just fresh out of university and didn’t really know the corporate landscape. Now I’m a much wiser guy five years later and me and her get along great. 

If I thought the street was packed, the front lawn was insane, multiple people drinking and hanging out in costumes. So many different types of superheroes, i mean I know everyone loved the MCU. There were plenty of captain americas, Spidermans and winter soldiers, even that new sentry guy, i just didn’t think I would see nearly as many supermans and wonderwomans. Hen there were all the slashers and horror movie villains. A good variety this year, and nothing really shocked me except for maybe the fact that some of these guys on the lawn were dressed just as slutty as some of the girls. Not used to that heh.

Pushing through the crowd and past the giant spider and gravestone decorations I made my way inside. Everything was covered in scary and aesthetically pleasing decorations, furniture draped with seasonal throws, snack platters themed around candy and walls lined with different spooky halloween scenes. It was like a halloween wonderland and I almost felt like a kid again, sure I wasn’t all that into the whole holiday anymore but this was amazing. AND SO WERE THE WOMEN. My god the amount of baes dressed in basically lingerie I couldn’t help but gawk at first, there was this one nurse that i couldn’t stop staring at her chest until she said something.

“You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” Damn she had some bark, and it snapped me back into reality and reality was still surrounded by babes. Some of whom had heard the nurse and gave me a look and others who were getting too drunk to care. I’m glad the girl pointed out that my chest was showing off in this polo, I really did want to show off the gains from the gym, especially if I wanted to pick up some ass tonight.

I had to make sure I got an early start with everything, Sam made it very clear that the real event would start pretty soon after the initial start of the party and that I wouldn’t want to miss a single moment. She also said to “make sure I had my costume on right and didnt get confused”, again fuck doing some of this bullshit but this part seemed serious. I really hated cryptid bullshit but she was a party queen and anything she was doing would be fantastic

I ran into a few different women, each hotter than the last, some with boyfriends and some freshly single and very open to flirting and most of them said about the same thing unprompted, which was “what were you supposed to be?” and then without me even being able to answer “Oh your probably “Dad” right that's such a dad fit” I guess I was right that they would make comments. Just didn’t expect it to be in mass, it only was a problem right before I finally found my Bro when this smoking chick walked up to me.She was dressed up like this angel, wearing a white lingerie corset and some skimpy shorts. Her wings were tiny and halo just a simple plastic circle painted to gold. She looked slutty and just my type.

“Hey, what are you drinking there?” I try to just act casual, eyes focused on her, she had so much makeup on it was impossible to ignore. 

“Oh just whatever is in the punch bowl, it's like totally jungle juice!” She's vapid, probably already drunk. Her drink sloshing around in its red solo cup as she looks at me. My eyes are trying hard to stare at hers and not her tits. I want to keep this conversation going it be a guaranteed fuck later I kept telling myself.

“So what are you? My sexy guardian angel?” God this was so cringey, I hated this part of picking up girls at parties. It was always hard to think of a good pickup line that would actually get me what I wanted. She makes a face but passes it off I think

“Heh, Like I don’t think that's what the package said when I like bought it” She twirls her hair, taking a sip of her drink, okay i made it awkward fuck. The room was starting to feel heavy, like the air was slowly taking on this weight, or maybe presence. The music in the background began to quiet and this dull, intrusive thump of a heart beat began to peak through, the walls looked like they were moving and swelling, the decorations becoming abstract. I swear I saw the lights in the room flicker and the floor shake, but it's like I couldn’t outwardly react, my body refusing to register this insane event transpiring.

“Well maybe we can look at a different pa-” before I can finish my Bro Thomas walks in putting his hand on my shoulder. I feel this thrum in my body, like my own heart matching the beating walls and sounds, the angel girls eyes looking between the two of us. Words whispering in the air, brushing against my ear and forcing them into my head. A small pulse slowly echoing through my body.

“Aye bro so glad I’m not alone in this!” I immediately feel him give me a bro side hug patting my back. He was dressed in something similar to me, a light blue polo and tan shorts. 

“Ofcourse man you know i’m not one to..” Before I can finish the angel bimbo interrupts me.

“Omg that's so cute you guys did like a duo costume as father and son!!” she audibly eeks this, and for a second I’m filled with this sense of dread. That pulse from before gets bigger, heavier, the words others have said earlier whisper louder, clearer. “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?”  My chest starts to feel heavy as the heart beat gets louder and the pulse settles in my chest the words “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!”. My eyes are circling the room, I see other people in the room look around confused, some lost in a daze/trance.

“Its a kind of weird COUPLES COSTUME to be father and son but whatever floats your boat!” the angel's eyes sparkle as she says it, her halo starting to glow brightly. Her words come out more certain and self assured. Those words hang heavy as she says them, both me and Thomas sputter out some sort of response, saying that they were straight. That we’re not dressed as father and son but it falls on deaf ears or maybe the beating is getting too loud.

“Father- Son - Father Son- Father SON, FATHER SON!” Dissonant voices whisper in my ear, my eyes squinting as it repeats over and over again. I look over at Thomas and I feel that same PULSE from earlier reaches out and extends to him. Wrapping around him, tying us together with a knot, my stomach flipping, blood pumping through my body as my breath gets more erratic. 

“Couples Costume, Couples Costume, COUPLES COSTUME!” The voices start overlapping again, that magical knot strengthens, the blood pumping in my body starts moving lower, that warm pulse echoes and I feel my cock start growing, my balls churning.

That warmth gets hotter as my chest rises but refuses to fall getting bulkier, my shirt stretching as pillowey pecs forming strain the fabric of my polo. My nipples harden and bulge, becoming more sensitive as 

“No listen babe, I was totally ooogling your tits, I am not into Thomas or any dudes massive pecs or hungry bubble butts and long cocks… What the fuc-” The last words spill out of my mouth without my control the girl just laughs. Thomas looks scared, his body freezing up, his own breath hitchiung and my eyes can help but travel down to his shorts, landing right on his bulge as it slowly distends the fabric, pushing further out as he gets harder and harder.

Words echoing louder and louder from before “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?” God it was getting so hot in here, so hot and I was getting so horny I tried to focus on any of the women in here, all in different stages of transformation as they suffer the same as we do. My eyes finally landed back onto the bimbo, now basically an angel and l can’t help but wonder and maybe worry what happens to me next, eyes drifting to her tits for one last glance. “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” My chest is getting heavier, hair piling onto it all of a sudden as shivers go up and down my spine. Images of a Life I have never had start trying to bombard me.

“Uhuh, I’m sure that's true DADDY, you and your son have fun being perverted sinners in public!” Her words echo and blast into me joining the chorus, her wings look larger and her halo glows as she begins to float away. The other people at the party convulse, and grab their heads, some of their costumes like masks and skin tight muscle suits begin to sink into flesh, becoming impossible to remove, moans and groans echo the halls as the beating walls continue to beat faster and faster.

“Bro, Bro, whats going on bro, I can’t can’t…FUCK..Bro..DA..Bro my my cock!” Thomas’ hands move up and down his body feeling himself. His skin shifted,  his forearms toning as his biceps bulging.

“Dude..Fuck, your so..so..ho..Dude I thin..I think people are becomin..becoming fkkk… becoming their costumes dude!” I say through gritted teeth, I feel my arms grow heavy as they gently caress my growing pecs. I see hair start growing up and down my arms in smatterings, skin aging as it reconstructs. Muscle packing on as my shoulders broaden and biceps become boulders. My neck widens, Adam's apple expanding rapidly as my voice deepens and moans. Why did I keep looking like Tom-Thomas like that

The people at the party are going crazy, their transformations happening rapidly. I watch in fascination as a guy dressed up as Nightwing with a rainbow chest symbol instead of his normal blue, with an obvious butt pad throws his head back. His body filling out to perfectly fit the suit, his chest these perfect mounds, with strong shoulders. His waist trims perfectly, and his bulge rapidly grows to fill out his pouch. His cock and balls pushed obscenely against the fabric. He’s wailing in moans of pleasure as his thighs thicken into perfect thunder thighs and his calves carve into diamond.  I watch the obvious stiffs pads this man had probably put in the back of his suit begin to sink into his flesh, the padding rippling and jiggling as it becomes flesh-like. The last thing to change is his face, his jawline getting sharper and lips poutiers. His hair goes from curly blonde to slick black. Becoming what looked clearly like a porn parody of nightwing as he groped his new fat jiggly ass.

“Fuc..My … Dadd.. but we dont..Fuck.. ASS.. we don’t have a costume Bro, like clearly we don’t, neither of us fucks with the holiday like that!” Thomas screams, his mind fighting off the changes as his shorts inseam shrinks smaller and his shirt gets tiger. His pecs pushing it further, my mind drifts to us in some garage gym, me over him, domineering in just some basketball shorts as he does some bench presses. My eyes roaming his body as he drips sweat, his face looking up at me in lust.

“Fucks, no we..we don’t boy..Fuck bro but everyone says we do.” My once average trim build explodes as a muscle gut forms on my stomach pushing my shirt even farther, my back muscles tensing and growing, My legs are next becoming tree trunks, my shorts barely keeping up as my ass and erection push the seams to their limits. My ass was like two globes and my cock went from an above average six inches to a fucking monster ten inches. Fuck I.. Fuck I am so horny and my boy, no my bro is right there, still fighting it.

No that wouldn’t do, no I needed my Br… Boy, fuck no this wasn’t me, I’m not his Dad, I’m not his father, I’m Skylar, I work in a shitty ass company to- PROVIDE FOR MY BOY- fuck no, I’m Skylar and I work for me..Me and my boy to have a good life. Yeah I’m Tommy’s Daddy and I couldn’t wait to…to.. We need to fix this. Looking at Tommy’s struggling face and slowly inflating muscles I couldn’t help but lick my lips or I could give in. I could give into this fucked up fantasy and have my way with my son, my boy, my TOMMY. I could let this magical energy thrum through me and age me further, what was I now thirty-nine, no I was forty-three. Fuck and Tommy looked like he was just entering college fuck my son was so hot and he was only going to get hotter.

___________Thomas- Soon to be Tommy

The party was getting insane, people were literally losing themselves to their costumes. I had tried to find Sam earlier, talk with her and tell her I was upset about how I was being treated but I just couldn’t, not with the crowd moving around the way it was. I just had to mingle and drink my feelings until I found my da- BRO I mean my Bro and that chick called us father and son, and a couple?! Oh my god it was almost as insane as the magic transformations and shit. But watching Da- Dad- im trying to think hjis name but DADDY keeps burning my brain instead. 

Looking over at him as energy pulses through the both of us I can’t stop my eyes from widening. A look of insanity and pleasure plastering itself on his slowly aging face as his sin becomes slightly weathered. Wrinkles crossing his face, facial hair sprouting around his lips and stronger chin, and his hair taking on a salt and pepper look. My bro was looking like some dude in his forties instead of a twenty-six year old. Not to mention how his thickening neck led to broader shoulders, massive arms and a pillowey set of pecs I couldnt wait to moto- Fuck no I do not want to motor boat this man tits.

No this wasn’t happening, I would not let it change me. That weird litany of voices and thumping of a distant but loud heart beat kept echoing as a warm pulse kept battering against my mind. Trying to change me, who I am like it was changing DADDY, no he’s not. Fuck if I keep thinking of him the more it changes him in my mind to be daddy I need it to not. I felt the thrum of power through my mind and down my body anchoring me further to… da..him. His gaze turned to me, corrupted, insane and horny beyond comprehension.

“Boy, it seems like you're fighting the truth right now!” The way he says that feels bone chilling, his body moving closer to me as he stands tall and firm. His body heat radiating off of him as he gets so fucking close to me his mouth is right next to my ear. 

“Br.. Bro..DAD..what are you, what are you doing dAddy?” My voice catches in my throat, pitching up as words tumble out. I can’t stop this, my voice is cracking and getting higher than it was in puberty, I was sounding like SUCH A TWINK oh my god. Whats a fucking twink?!

“Just getting close to my son, don't you love me boy, don't you love your DADDY?!” The words ring in the air with the beating heart of the walls. The room is spinning and I feel each syllable latch onto me, burrowing into my skin, through my muscles, up my bones and into my mind. Breaking the barriers down. I grit my teeth.

I feel his hands reach out and slowly, gently caress my body, my torso trembling as his hands glides under my shirt and  around my body like a knife cutting through butter. That warm pulse expands where his hands go, the hair that laid there coiled and brown evaporates as if they were nothing. I hear him moan.

“No,. no Daddy stop..no this isn’t right..I’m not..not your boy, we..we were bros..Sk..DADDY please remember!” I almost get his name out, I can feel it, i’m gonna win, I think I can fight this stupid magic bullshit, I can take my life back. But trying to say his name IMMEDIATELY increases the intensity of whatever is going on, the thrumming power surging through the house focuses on me, I feel the rest of my body from the nose down become completely hairless, my skin softening and smoothing.

“No Boy, you don’t want me to stip do you, you want this, you want daddy, Daddy is good for you, Daddy knows best, if you want to be good you’ll listen to daddy, good boys LISTEN to DADDY don’t they? I think they do I think every good boy LOVES to listen to their DADDY and your the best GOOD BOY their is!” His hands started kneading my flesh, his words whispered directly into my ear as they battered my mind. My eyes tightened, trying to fight against this outside force. But as his hands moved, they moved lower till they slowly reached the top of my ass, his hands diving into my shorts, pulling them down with force as they SQUEEZED each cheek for every word he emphasized.

Magic pulsing through me as he focused on my ass, my body couldn’t help but arch my back, small moans leaping from my lips begging for more as I feel a PULSE rush through my body. My cheeks felt like balloons filling with air, fat and muscle growing my once average ass into jiggling mounds. My ass fatter and better then any of those basic bitches on instagram….. Wait, what the fuck was that thought, I don’t think like this, i don’t talk like that. Like some vapid, dumb stupid whore. I feel the front of my shorts strain as the waistband that was hanging onto the bottom of my cheeks gets fully distended.

“No..No Daddy, Daddy I don't, i dont want to be.. BE YOUR GOOD BOY!” I try and fight it, but as I do he rears his hand back and spanks my left cheek. My ass IMMEDIATELY rippling as sparks of pleasure rake through my body, eyes rolling back as words force themselves out of my mouth. My lips tingling and plumping mouth salivating as images of DADDY flood my mind. Him in different states of undress, his massive, delicious, leaking cock hanging over my face. His hairy chest being worshipped by my mouth, lips and tongue. His beautiful belly resting against my back as he rails me.

These aren’t real. I know they aren’t real, but it feels real. It feels good. Hours spent in the gym with daddy to hone my physique. I feel his hands leave my ass and drift up my back and around my chest. His fingers playing and manipulating my nipples. Like he was tuning the magic changing me for his pleasure. Making me in his image as any good daddy should. I was so lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. I felt my nipples grow, expand, becoming harder than diamond and one of my most sensitive spots.

Mass piling on my chest until they became perfect muscular peaks. Pillowey pecs that sat perfectly across my growing broad shoulders. He keeps playing with my muscle titties and I feel My waist tapered inward, making my giant ass and perky muscle tits look like such a hot fucking hourglass figure. I mean the way my Daddy’s hands just perfectly wrap around my trim waist and power fucks me. If I wasn’t close to cumming before I definitely was now. I feel abs cobble themselves together across my torso, my thighs becoming perfectly thick from the runs Dad makes me do and my calves like carved diamonds from soccer. My balls are churning so much cum as my cock leaks at just the thought of Daddy and being a good boy for Daddy, that's all I want to do, is be a good boy for him. That's all I could be was a GOOD BOY… No, find some fight Tommy…Tho..TOMMY..No my name's TOMMY.

I can’t let this happen. I didn’t know if this was permanent but I was losing my name, my mind, everything was reeling as I felt my father play with me. He’s not my..Fuck daddy was so good at tweaking my nipples, he was always so handsy when he drank. No, I had to get out, I couldn't stay. But wouldn’t it be so hot to unzip dad’s pants and let him rail me in front of everyone at this party? Daddy was so hot when he’d fuck me anywhere and everywhere, taking me however he wanted, his hand trailing down my back to my ass, his fingers parting my cheeks searching for my hole. I bit my lip as he did just that.

“You want it so bad, we made this ass in the gym for me TO FUCK. For me to USE. You exist and LIVE! For my pleasure. Fuck your such a hot fuck toy. Love thes fuckin tits, these muscles, your never leaving me are you boy?” His fingers were pressing against my hole, god they were so thick, so long, they felt good the pressure felt good he was teasing it. Tracing around it.

I felt the thumping heart get faster, the walls closing in, the echoing magic racing through my body and mind.Washing everything that didn't matter away, it was all garbage. My life, my sexuality, none of it mattered, only Daddy did.I hadn’t even thought of that cheerleader bitch since I got around Daddy, why would I, I was the gayest himbo you’d ever meet at my university and I only had eyes for one man and as he pushed gently against my hole, my eyes rolling and mouth moaning like a mad man I KNEW i was near the edge, my cock was so hard, begging for release, his finger inching in me, getting closer to my prostate I know I wouldn’t be back. But I didn't care. 

One hand fingering me, the other wrapped round my tits I started begging, not for it to stop, but for more. His finger thrusting in and out slowly, my naturally lubed up, wet hole letting it slide in and out getting a little deeper each time. But he refused to push my button to hit my prostate. He had an evil grin on his face, my moans weren’t enough. The primordial magic building further and further getting to a point it would erase EVERYTHING and he wanted me to say, for me to willingly give it up and I WAS READY TO.

“Fuck, Daddy please fuck me, please fuck me I need it. I need you, I need you in me. Please, please, please rail me, I need you Daddy. I wanna be your good boy, your cum slut, for you to fuck me monday to sunday however you want. Please I need you, USE ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DADDY!” My voice ringing through the halls, the magic completing as Daddy pulls his finger out and presses his cock against my hole, not even teasing my rack, hotdogging his dick between my thick cheeks. He was desperate just like me.

“Anything for my BOY!” And he thrusts in and EVERYTHING GOES WHITE. His thick ten inch monster obliterates me in every sense as I cum everything out. Firing load after load as the head of his cock pushes past my prostate and deeper then anything else ever would go. My body tensed and hole becoming a vice grip immediately trying to milk his cock. His moans were glorious as I let out a silent wail of pleasure. There was no such thing as pain with DADDY, there never would be. The feeling of his pubes against my ass was like nirvana being this full.

His hands on my waist as he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, moaning and groaning. “Fuck your perfect boy, your my perfect, amazing.,” He thrusts again going faster, my eyes going white as his words sunk into me, his hands holding my waist just so right. I could feel one of them move up to hold my shoulder, the other letting go and spanking my ass. Getting faster as his breath gets more ragged “Slutty, hot, sexy boy. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you. I love you I love you I love you!”

“I love you Daddy, fuck you fuck me perfect, i love your body, your cock, your mind. Daddy please never stop fucking me!” I'm thrusting back to meet his thrust, my ass jiggling every time as they bounce back and forth. I can only imagine how hat daddy found that. The weight of his stomach fully falling on me, his pecs against my back and shoulders as he uses all his strength to fuck me how I deserve. He’s not talking anymore, he’s just moaning and grunting as he loses himself to pleasure. He isn’t the only one, everyone at this party is doing the same, falling to base carnal needs and desperation I had never seen before.

I know Daddy’s close I can feel it, he’s right on the edge and I am again. Daddy always made me cum so much from my useless cock. Fuck I need it I need it so bad I need dad to breed me.

“Please, Daddy, DADDY please Breed me Daddy, I need it, fuck it deep in me, i want to always feel you like this!!” my words echoing breaking into his mind like a command, that tether from earlier that connected us tying deeper as he gives in, whispering in my ear about how much of a dirty slut I was, how he would love to breed me forever and make me his cum slut. 

I was begging for us to cum together to have that epic release as father and son and he grunted deeply, agreeing, our balls tightening as everything started to get fuzzy and blurry around the edges, my life with Daddy solidifying further as he came deep into me, thrusting more and more getting it deeper with each load making me fire off my own. It was a solid five minutes of orgasming before we stopped, before he pulled out of me and stood up. Looking at me bent over a couch filled to the brim with his cum and looking at him with those pleading eyes like the horny slut I was. I couldn’t get enough of him and he just smiled.

Picking up our clothes and putting in a bag he had he put it around his arms before picking me up bridal style. Carrying me out of the house. Past the threshold of the magic and into the outside world. Where the spell would become irreversible. Our lives and reality soldifiying as Daddy took me home.

I loved my Daddy.

_____________________________________ Samantha epilogue.

I woke up to a trashed housed at five am. And all I could think was FUCK MY LIFE. ofcourse my useless boyfriend ended up not wearing the costume I picked out for him, but worse he was nowhere to be found and his room in the townhouse we shared WAS GONE. Not just his stuff his entire room. Like there was never another person living here.

To make it worse I felt like SHIT i don’t know how cheerleaders do it, All i know is im tired, exhausted, halloween was a success but I was single and pretty sure more then a few people left the damn threshhold and were out fucking up the barrier between reality and fiction out there. Oh well something to remember for next halloween!

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